Page 26 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

Chapter ten

Unlawful

“I ’ve got to say, for a chick, you look really hot,” Jordan said, checking me out as I started to slip on a pair of high heeled, knee-length boots over my charcoal leggings.

I tossed him a look because he knew, knew I didn’t like having to wear women’s clothes. Yeah, my legs looked great in a hot pair of heels, but the shit was just uncomfortable to me. Also, I just couldn’t get used to having female body parts. “Don’t get punched in your nutsac tonight,” I warned.

Jordan laughed. “Oh come on, Eric, you have one of the coolest fucking superpowers known to man. You can be anyone you want to be at any time. Yet, you hardly use it.”

“That’s because I love being exactly who I am. I’m comfortable in my own skin. That’s why I don’t like having a pussy and tits,” I shot back as I put on my other boot. I wasn’t a fan of heels of any kind, but I had gotten better at walking in them.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never masturbated as a woman just to see what it feels like to cum. If I were you, that would have been the first thing I did the moment I realized I could be a woman,” Jordan stated.

I frowned at the thought. “I know what it feels like to cum… as a man. I like seeing my nuts squirt out on some hot dude’s face or on his body, preferably in his mouth.” I winked.

“Come on, let me play with it,” Jordan teased as he approached me, his hand going for my crotch and getting dangerously close.

I slapped his hand away. “Jordan, don’t get fucked up in here, I ain’t playing with you,” I half-joked, half-warned him with a slight chuckle.

He laughed outright, then shook his head. “You’re such a stick in the mud.”

“You weren’t saying that last night when I had your legs over my shoulders and my cock banging your ass.”

“Well, that was different.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I smirked, then walked over to our mirror, checking myself out. I found it bizarre to hear myself say the shit I was used to saying, but in a female voice. Seemed so unnatural to me, but I had a job to do tonight. Failure wasn’t an option.

I looked exactly like the mayor’s assistant’s girlfriend.

I was wearing contacts, which I tended to do while on missions unless I had to wear eyeglasses for the sake of my disguise.

The plan for tonight was to visit Nancy, the assistant, and squeeze her for information.

Once I got what I wanted from her, I’d assume her identity in order to get close to the mayor, Cicely Danvers.

Once I had the mayor where I wanted her, then I would do what I did best. The most important thing for me and Jordan was to be careful.

I didn’t want to rush into my mission this time.

I didn’t want any blunders like I’d had when I was trying to take down Walter Darring, aka Mr. Jingles.

Jordan agreed with the tactic I had worked out, so that was why we had waited two weeks since first discovering that the mayor played a part in this criminal murder syndicate.

I wanted to get close to her to find out what she knew about the ring or if she had any information about the other members.

So I watched her, noted what she did, where she went, and who she trusted around her at all times.

Turned out the person she seemed to trust the most was her assistant, Nancy Turner.

Therefore, that meant I had to get close to Nancy first. I wasn’t surprised when I discovered she was a lesbian.

Of course, that meant I had to shape change into a female to get the job done, which annoyed me, as I’ve stated before.

But it was a necessary evil, I supposed.

As for Nancy’s girlfriend, Mercedes, she was at home and would be sleeping for hours, thanks to the sedative I slipped into her red wine.

That task had been one of the easiest thus far.

Breaking into Mercedes’ apartment, I laid low until she came home.

Once she poured herself a glass of the red stuff, I waited until I was able to spike it.

Once she’d passed out, I rummaged through her closet and borrowed an outfit and her boots.

I didn’t want to risk any awkward moments interrupting my time with Nancy.

It would be very difficult trying to explain why there were two Mercedes if the real one decided to drop in for a surprise visit.

This seemed like the better and safer option.

I walked over to the purse I had borrowed, where I had put a few of my tools of the trade.

I had a stun gun, scalpel, knife, wrist and ankle bindings, a ball gag, two syringes with sedatives, and two filled with what was commonly known as truth serum.

I looked over my items, wanting to make sure I had what I needed.

In addition to what I had in the purse, I’d packed my extra duffle bag with my costume, and some additional clothes, both my own and a female outfit.

I also had other torture tools I liked to use while in my own skin as Cobra.

Those weapons helped define who I was as a vigilante, in my eyes.

“Check your com,” Jordan said.

I was totally going to do that before I left. Since our last communication issues, we’d upgraded to the good shit. It also meant funds were a bit low for my tastes with all the recent upgrades. I checked the bud in my ear and Jordan registered me on his end.

“Are we good?” I asked.

He nodded. “I’ve got the satellites up and running, so I’ll have some eyes on you for the most part.” He was sitting at his computer station that had a few more routers and such for added protection. I wasn’t taking any chances with our safety… well, mainly Jordan’s.

“Oh, and don’t be chatting away in my ear like you’ve been doing. I don’t want to be distracted,” I warned.

Jordan turned around in his chair, frowning at me. “I don’t chat away,” he protested.

I snorted. “The hell you don’t, you with your mouthy ass. The only reason I didn’t fuss more is because I was just on recon and the conversation was welcome.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll keep quiet and let you do your thing unless, of course, I have something really important to add. Is that okay with you, oh vigilant one?”

I laughed. “Yeah, that works.”

“Good. Be safe out there, Eric,” Jordan cautioned.

I nodded. “I will. All right, I probably won’t be back tonight,” I informed him as I thought about everything I had planned on doing.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be all kinds of occupied with your lesbian girlfriend.” Jordan batted his eyes at me flirtatiously.

I gave him the middle finger. “Keep talking shit and I’ll give your Jordans to someone who’ll wear them in the mud.”

He gasped in horror. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I would. I’ll video tape them doing it, too. Then I’ll play it back for you on some Clockwork Orange kind of shit where I pin your eyes open so you can’t look away.”

“Oh, you cruel son of a bitch!” Jordan quipped, then grinned.

I laughed. “I don’t understand your fascination with them anyway, they’re just sneakers,” I said as I tossed my purse in my car. “You treat them like they’re fucking Oscars.”

“They are expensive and limited editions,” he spouted as he attempted to educate me on the significance of his shoes.

I shrugged. “Whatever. Listen, be safe and I’ll be in contact.”

“You be careful, okay?”

“I always am,” I reiterated.

I climbed in behind the wheel of my mean machine and pulled out of our hideout, which also had some upgraded security measures like cameras and failsafe back-ups in case the first stage of our defense was compromised.

Out of all the places I’d lived, I liked this one the most. I hit the road, heading towards Nancy’s townhouse in one of the nicer areas of the city.

Since taking out Mr. Jingles, there had been four other murders committed on that site for the pleasure of these rich and over privileged bastards.

I was taking names and keeping score. Some had better tech than others and Jordan had a harder time breaking through their firewalls; by the time he got close, the murder was done and they bailed.

Also, we realized they didn’t come on every time the site was running.

So, those were just a few obstacles we had to go through.

So far, we knew about four members. The mayor being one, and the rich asshole Mr. Jingles gave up, Richard Tate, plus two more.

The two new ones were a movie producer who lived in L.A.

and a prince who lived in Dubai. Neither one was going to be easy to get to.

Therefore, they were moved lower on my list, but they were still on my list. Besides, they weren’t the players I wanted the most. It was the motherfuckers who were running the site that I had a hard-on for.

They must have been hackers themselves because Jordan still hadn’t been able to uncover who was behind it yet.

Which was why I had to do the grunt and grind leg work.

I had no problem getting down and dirty with these motherfuckers.

As for Mr. Jingles, the media has been going crazy over him and his whereabouts.

The media knew he had been attacked twice in his home, but didn’t have any real suspects.

The bodyguard whose identity I’d assumed was absolved, since he’d been found still unconscious and naked by the police that day.

I took comfort in knowing he didn’t get in trouble.

The police also knew that an E.H. was behind the abduction, but that was it.